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Myfanwy 2

A Mother's Life - Chapter Six

A Mother's Life - Chapter Six
Author: Milady Dragon
Series: Dragon-Verse
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Anwyn Harkness-Jones/Gwaine, Phil Coulson/Clint Barton, Arthur/Merlin, Rowena Harkess-Jones/Henry Morgan, Other Pairings
Warnings: Fluff, a little Angst, Reincarnation, Lots of Timey Wimey.
Spoilers:  Small ones for Doctor Who and for Warehouse 13.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, I would have treated it better.
Author's Note: This is the third story of the Samara Wells trilogy.  It does a little skip in time, taking place immediately after the events of "Lost and Found"

Summary:  Someone arrives in Samara's life that turns it upside down, and makes her a part of history she never knew she would be.



19 July 5119 (Earth Standard Date)

Ddraig Llyn

 

Samara felt her mouth drop open in surprise, even as Rhys was saying, “What’s this Warehouse then?”

Of course, she knew about the Warehouse.  It was a part of her own personal history, after all.  The family history that had been passed down was full of half-truths and exaggerations, but yes…she knew the Warehouse had once existed.

“It was on Earth, back in the late 18th century,” River explained.  “The Warehouse was like Torchwood, only for magical artefacts instead of alien tech.  It was officially disbanded sometime late in the 21st               century, when magic fell to such a low that it couldn’t sustain the artefacts any longer.  I’m really surprised that Torchwood hadn’t heard of it.”

“Well, like you said,” Rhys answered, “we weren’t much into magic, except for odds and ends we picked up along the way, or had foisted off on us.  Maybe Jack or Ianto was familiar, but they never mentioned it.”

River looked thoughtful, and then she shrugged.  “Doesn’t matter.  What we need is in the version that was in London, in the 1800’s, preferably no later than 1900.  I received some information from the old records about two strange eggs that were found in the library of someone who was considered some sort of wizard, but beyond that I can’t tell if they’re truly dragon eggs or something else.  They fit the description I’ve been using to locate eggs all over the Earth and throughout time, though.”

“But why us?” Samara wanted to know. 

“Because,” River said patiently, “you have something in common with the person who can help us gain access…Samara Christina Wells.”

Samara shivered slightly.  “You want me to speak to my many times great-grandmother.”  Her words were slightly accusatory. 

River had come to this time, knowing she was at the right time and place to be approached.  River had obviously done her research; it wasn’t common knowledge that her ancestor had worked for the Warehouse; not even Jack had known.  She’d never really gotten around to sharing the stories she did know, only as tall tales at bedtime.

“And what makes you think she’ll listen to me?” Samara challenged.  Rhys was staring at her, incredulously, as if he was trying to figure her out.  “How can I possibly convince Helena Wells to let me take two dragon eggs out of the Warehouse?”

“I’m sure you can be convincing,” River waved off her objections.  “We can’t leave those children to fade away in that place.  They deserve a chance to live.”

Samara couldn’t disagree.  If only River had had more of the same opinion about her own son…

All of the stories she did have of her ancestor weren’t particularly happy ones.  This was the woman who’d become so disillusioned with the world that she’d tried to destroy it, if the old tales were true.  Who really knew what was truth and what was a precautionary story about faith that had been told to children? 

But maybe that was how she could go about it…

“Alright,” she said.  “I’ll try, for the children.  It’s the least I can do.”

River was grinning.  “That’s the spirit!  You can do this, I know you can.”

“And you won’t be doing it alone,” Rhys spoke up.

Samara turned to him, touched at his volunteering to accompany her.  “Rhys, I can’t ask that of you.  You’ve been through so much already – “

“There’s no way I’m letting you go on your own,” he said stoutly.  “Besides, that’s close to my own time.  I can help.”  He shrugged.  “Okay, maybe not so close.  But still, I at least speak the language.”

“And I can use a translation device,” she countered.

“And I’m not letting you go alone, because Jack would kill me if I did.”  Rhys touched her shoulders.  “Samara, maybe you think I’m being a bit of a git, or I’m not giving you enough credit, but there’s no way you’re going back in time without me.  You need someone to watch your back.”

“This is really sweet,” River was smirking, “but I will be with her, you know.”

“Yeah, well the only thing I know about you is that you don’t look after your own kid,” Rhys countered harshly.  “How do I trust you to look after Samara, then?”

River flinched at the accusation, but didn’t refute it.  Perhaps she knew exactly what she’d done to her son, and perhaps she was already feeling guilty about it. 

Still, that made it worse, if River knew what she was doing.

But Samara also couldn’t deny the warm feeling she had when Rhys was defending her.  She prided herself on being a strong, independent person; after all, she’d been on her own for years before a dragon and his daughter had shown up on her boat, looking for reef stones and a wayward grandmother who hadn’t been aware that she’d had a large family out there who’d wanted her to be a part of them. 

There was just something about his old-fashioned manners and outlook that charmed her.  Samara appreciated his need to look out for her, and she doubted that he would be smothering.  If she decided that she wanted to do this alone, then he would accept it.

However, if this didn’t work and for some reason she didn’t come back…

“Don’t even,” Rhys accused, as if he was reading her mind.  “Don’t you dare, Samara Harkness!  I am not staying behind just so I can be here to explain to Jack and Ianto that something’s happened to you.  You might have gotten that past me earlier, but this is a bit different from you going out for a swim!  You’re actually considering going back to a time you have no idea about.  There is no fucking way you’re going without me.”

Then he grinned.  “Besides, I’m not hanging around to have Jack and Ianto kill me for letting you go off on your own.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Yes, you have a point.”  She wouldn’t want to face either of them under that circumstance, either.

“Besides, this is what Torchwood does…it helps people.  We need to bring those poor kids home.”

He was right, of course.  This was what Torchwood did, and he had a right to help out.  It wasn’t a secret that Rhys had started to feel a bit at loose ends; he’d complained about it yesterday at dinner.  This would give him something to occupy him, at least for a little while.

Besides, although it had only been not yet a week since she’d met him, Samara had genuinely come to like and trust the time-displaced man.  She would have gotten a bit more personal with him, if she hadn’t felt as if it was taking some sort of advantage.  There was something about him that attracted her, and she kept that tucked away deep, not wanting to compromise his adjustment to the future.

“Alright,” she capitulated gracefully, truly glad for his support.  She turned to look at River.  “We’re going to need period-type clothing, and I’m going to need to do a little research.  Honestly, all I have to go on are family stories, and those are most likely all exaggerations or even downright lies.  I can’t even guarantee the information I need is even in any official records…”

“We’ll figure it out,” River encouraged.  She gave them each a glance, then sighed.  “I know I haven’t been the best mother, but I trusted Merlin with Jack and Ianto, who are the best parents I know.  I don’t have any excuse for anything I did, but I can say this: I don’t think I was ever cut out to be a mother.  My own mother might have loved me, but I wasn’t raised by her, and we’re all a reflection of how we were brought up.”

That had Samara flinching a little.  While things might have once been very happy in her own family, that had changed over the course of a single day, and after that she’d been her own version of a shit parent.  She’d treated Jamys like he was at fault for something he had no control over, and he’d run away at the earliest opportunity.  Samara didn’t blame him in the least, and now was her chance to make up for how she’d acted.

It was never too late, and she said as much to River.

“Perhaps you’re right,” the other woman conceded.  “Maybe after this is done…I’ve been hired for an expedition back in the 51st century, which I’m going to take.  Once I’m done, I’ll come for a visit.  It’s been too long.”  She smiled sadly.  “I bet my grandson has grown like a weed.”

“You should,” Samara encouraged.  “He’ll be glad to see you.” 

Samara didn’t want to tell River that she’d been declared dead over three decades ago.  She didn’t want to admit that it would only hurt Merlin now to see her.  It wasn’t in her power to stop this from turning into a tragedy.

She could only hope that River would come back at an earlier time, before the sacrifice and pain and a boy getting his hearts broken.

Yes, Merlin was older than Samara, but that didn’t make him any less her boy.

Rhys must have noticed something wrong, because he was suddenly drawing River’s attention away from her, asking, “So, how do we do this?”

“I know the best place to get some research done,” River promised.  “What say we go and get those eggs?”

Samara was nearly overcome once more with the urge to hug Rhys.  She managed to stuff it back down.

 





Comments

I love Rhys - here we have someone who isn't afraid to say it as it is. Where Samara has her own parental issues and can't really stand in judgement of River, Rhys has no such foibles. I can see him and Samara getting together in the near future, though. Is that where you're headed? I hope so! Although I laughed like mad at the idea of Rhys becoming Jack's step dad!
Rhys really does speak his mind, doesn't he? It really is one of the many reasons I adore him.

Well, they both do deserve a happy ending, don't you think? *laughs*